Real love...

I think we forget what it means to be loved.

We forget that God loves us for who we are, not who we think we should be.

And it is easy to forget, because the models in the world we live in are of conditional acceptance.  If we perform perfectly, if we are beautiful, if we are do all the right stuff...  God's model isn't that.  It is the beauty of a father holding a newborn son. Of those first few days of falling in love when the power of love blinds to any imperfection.  The kind of love that is gut-wrenchingly real. Life and death sort of love where you are hanging by a thread and the one who loves you would risk everything to have you.

It is what we most long for, to be loved like that...yet we are so busy trying to earn it that we miss the gift.

The beauty of "while we were yet sinners Christ died for us" is that our sin...all the ways we aren't like God...didn't keep Him from loving us. He wants us.  The real us.  Not the carefully crafted persona of someone we think He might like, but us.

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